You've Got Fail(55)

“That’s not a question nice boys ask.”

“When did you get the impression that I’m a nice boy?”

“When I first saw you in your glasses.”

“I’m not wearing them.”

“Yeah?” I ran my fingertip along the elastic waist of my panties. “What else are you not wearing?”

“A shirt, pants, or boxers.”

“So you’re still into the tighty-whities?” I snickered.

“Oh, if we were in the same room, I’d gag that smart mouth.”

I had to ask. “With what?”

“With what I’m holding in my palm right now.”

Unf. I slid my fingers past the elastic and down to my clit. It was already pulsing, demanding satisfaction.

“I want you to touch yourself.”

I swirled my fingertip around my clit. “That would be inappropriate.”

“You’re already doing it. I can tell from the breathy way your voice sounds.”

“No it doesn’t.” So. Breathy.

His laugh was a low rumble. “Okay. Well, in that case, I’m going to tell you a little story. And you can continue not touching yourself while I talk, okay?”

I swallowed hard. “Okay. That’ll be easy.”

“Let’s get started. You’re in your bed, the blue comforter on top of you. You’re wearing a t-shirt—”

“Tank top.”

His low laugh washed over me again. “All right, a tank top. You can’t stop thinking about this handsome, funny, intelligent man you recently met. You throw off the comforter because you’re so hot. Just the thought of him turns you on—”

“Your pal Elias was nice and all, but I don’t think I’d go so far as to say the very thought of him turns me—”

“Smartass. Shh.”

“Okay, I’m quiet.” I threw the comforter off. After all, I was getting hot.

“Willis is on your mind, and you imagine how much you’d like him to be with you right now. In your imagination, nay, your fantasy, he walks into your room and sees you lying there, your hard nipples pressed against your tank top, your hand in your panties. I sit beside you and yank up your tank top. I take one nipple in my mouth, sucking it hard and palming your other tit as you writhe beneath me. I torture you, taking my time with each nipple. Biting the sides of your breasts, leaving my mark on your pale skin as you beg me for more.”

My breathing sped up, and I began rocking my hips slowly.

“I kiss down your stomach, then grab your panties and yank them off. You spread for me, your pussy pink and wet. Ready for my mouth.”

“Oh.” I couldn’t stop my little exclamation.

“I lick up your wet slit, getting your taste on my tongue, then press my mouth to your sweet pussy. You moan as I devour you, fucking you with my tongue, then licking your clit until your legs start to shake. Running your hands through my hair, you say my name—”

“Willis.” His name left my lips like a prayer.

“That’s right. I eat you until you’re at the edge, and then I stop.”

I groaned, my body drawn tighter than a bowstring.

“I kiss up to your mouth, and enjoy you while I rub my cock against your wet cunt.”

Another moan lofted out of me.

“I want you deep, as far as I can go. So I slam into you. No waiting, no time to adjust. Just all of me buried to the hilt in what I already know is the softest pussy I’ve ever felt.”

“Oh, my god, Willis.”

“Going easy on you isn’t an option. I pull back and fuck you hard, rough, just like you need it. Our skin slaps together. The neighbors get an earful as you moan and call my name. Each pounding thrust driving you higher as I give you all I’ve got. But it’s not enough. I want you every way I can get you. I pull out and flip you onto all fours, then shove into you. You grip the headboard as I pound you from behind and slap your pretty ass. My handprints will be there long after we’re finished. Your tits bounce with each impact, and I reach around you and stroke your clit. You push back onto me, riding me at my pace, making sure you get every inch.”

I gripped the sheets and kept stroking myself, everything in me focused on Willis.

His voice grew gravelly. “I can feel my load creeping up my shaft, and I want to give it all to you, every last fucking drop. But not until you’re coming, not until your hot, tight cunt is squeezing me just right. I fuck you wilder as my fingertips play your clit. You tense, your body at the brink, and you tell me you’re coming.”

“I’m coming.” I swirled my fingers around my nub as I tensed, then released in a flood of bliss. I called Willis’s name, not caring who heard.

“Fuck, yes.” He grunted low and deep, the masculine sound adding to the imagined soundtrack of our bodies slapping against each other. “Fuuuuck.”

I sank beneath the waves of pleasure, letting each wave roll over me until I was complete, every last bit of me relaxed and sated. My panting subsided, and once I could speak normally again, I asked, “Are you there?”

“Yes.”

“I rather enjoy Willis’s story time.”

He laughed. “Good, because we’ll have it again tomorrow night.”